"Who?"
Wang Fei's face darkened as he coldly surveyed his surroundings, surprised to find someone he hadn't noticed before.
Swish!
A shadow flashed, Ye Yu appeared.
Seeing the handsome black-haired youth cloaked in black fur and carrying a gigantic black ruler on his back, Oscar's eyes lit up.
"Boss Yu!"
Ye Yu smiled slightly, "Xiao Ao, it's been five years, you've made great progress."
Oscar was thrilled and excited; after five years, he unexpectedly encountered Ye Yu here.
Ye Yu glanced at Wang Fei and Wang Teng, saying, "We'll talk later, let me deal with these two first."
Wang Fei frowned, snorting, "What did you just say? That you'll title my son? What do you mean?"
On the side, Wang Teng laughed, "So it's you. Because of you, I couldn't compete back then. Now you want to stop us from getting the Soul Bone? Are you courting death? You even said you want to title me. Can you make me a Titled Douluo? Ridiculous."
Ye Yu said indifferently, "You misunderstood my meaning. This title isn't the one you think it is. Let me show you now."
As Ye Yu's words fell, his right hand lifted, the Nine Spirits Black Begonia blossomed, and six Soul Rings rhythmically arranged from lower to upper body, each ring larger than the last.
Seeing the Soul Rings surrounding Ye Yu, Hao Te's eyes widened, stunned, thinking he might have been seeing things. Wang Fei and Wang Teng had the same expression, even Oscar was shocked.
After the shock, Oscar marveled, "As expected of Boss Yu, he's becoming increasingly terrifying."
"How is this possible?!"
Wang Fei was stunned, six Soul Rings, black, black, black, red, red, red!
Such a configuration, too terrifying.
Wang Fei couldn't believe it, he exclaimed, "This is impossible, even my son Wang Teng who has potential for a title, his Soul Rings only yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black. His Soul Rings start at ten thousand years, three hundred thousand years, that's impossible!"
Wang Teng was stupefied; this configuration, Ye Yu is only seventeen and already a Soul Emperor.
Ye Yu glanced at Wang Fei with disdain, "In the future, don't brag about your son anymore, of course, there's no future for you."
Wang Fei's face turned grim; his son's talent was mere trash before Ye Yu.
"You're truly a demon, but I want to kill you even more." Wang Fei was unafraid, instead, he was excited, "Killing you shall make me an Elder in the Martial Soul Hall, and get a Soul Bone reward. With this Soul Bone, my son will surely become a powerful Titled Douluo."
Ye Yu sneered, "Is Titled Douluo your highest hope for your son?"
"Of course, Titled Douluo is a top existence, how many in the continent can become a Titled Douluo? My son surely can."
Ye Yu mocked, "Then I tell you, I've killed Titled Douluos."
Upon hearing this, Wang Fei's expression changed.
Wang Fei didn't believe it, entering True Martial Soul status, morphing into a mighty, fierce White Tiger, he said grimly, "You think I'd believe that? Despite your terrifying Soul Ring configuration, could you kill a Titled Douluo? Ridiculous. Although there are rumors that your appearance aided the Two Major Sects to escape a crisis, causing Martial Soul Hall's Soul Hunting Operation to fail, and even rumors of you killing a Titled Douluo, no one believes it. Our White Tiger Sect has inquired with the Martial Soul Hall, confirming it's fake news. A Soul Emperor killing a Titled Douluo is impossible, even if you were considered level sixty-nine, you couldn't kill a Titled Douluo."
Previous rumors shook the continent, and the Lower Four Sects who have close relations with the Martial Soul Hall naturally investigated, receiving responses that it's false.
They don't doubt it, since a Soul Emperor killing a Titled Douluo is inconceivable, like an ant killing a human; even if this spread, no one would believe it unless they were fools.
Ye Yu sighed lightly, "Martial Soul Hall really cares about face. They surely won't admit it; admitting it would cost them their reputation. If you don't believe it, go ahead and attack."
Wang Fei frowned, though he felt it was impossible, why was Ye Yu so calm? He carefully sensed around; there was no one else. What was his confidence? Could his combat power be truly formidable?
Wang Fei didn't believe it, no, it was impossible, just a Soul Emperor; as Soul Master levels progress, cultivation becomes harder, strength gaps grow larger, cross-level battles grow fewer, even if he were a demon, he would only exceed a few levels, how could he cross multiple majors?
"Hmph, no matter what gives you this confidence, stop acting mysterious!"
Without further thought, Wang Fei attacked directly; he was a level eighty-three Soul Douluo, how could a mere Soul Emperor be his opponent, even if Ye Yu was the Son of the Apocalypse Black Dragon, he might only be comparable to a level seventy-nine Soul Saint, not a match for a Soul Douluo.
Wang Teng was excited, killing Ye Yu would earn him the Soul Bone from Ye Yu, greatly enhancing his power, and gaining fame in the Elite Tournament a year later, eventually reaching life's pinnacle.
Originally, they came to hunt Soul Beasts. Reaching level sixty at thirty-four, achieving Soul Master status and becoming a Soul Emperor; such talent was unprecedented in their White Tiger Sect, Wang Teng was proud, and Wang Fei even prouder.
The mighty White Tiger lunged at Ye Yu with full strength, the tiger's claws descending heavily, carrying terrifying force that could collapse mountains.
The White Tiger Sect, leading the Lower Four Sects, close to the Upper Three Sects, all due to the power of their Martial Soul, second in strength only to the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaur.
The tiger's claws were just inches from Ye Yu, yet Wang Fei noted Ye Yu remained unchanged in expression, puzzled but not thinking further.
"Die!"
At the crucial moment, Ye Yu's Soul Rings glowed, enhancing his attributes, the Origin of Evil surged, both arms fully transformed into Dragon Arms, the Dragon Claw met the strike directly.
Boom!!
The fierce Dragon Claw enveloped the tiger's palm, a shrill scream and sound of bone breaking; without any standoff, Wang Fei was sent flying a hundred meters away, knocking down ice-shrouded trees.
Beside him, Wang Teng was stunned; how could this be…
"Father!"
Wang Teng rushed over, face changing dramatically upon approaching, pupils contracted, muttering, "How could this be..."
Wang Fei lay pale and limp on the ground, body convulsing, right arm shattered and gone, spitting blood mixed with fragmented organs, life rapidly fading.
"My son... run..."
Wang Fei's voice was weak, eyes dim.
Wang Fei was utterly terrified, his Mutated Martial Soul Hairless White Tiger unleashed, limbs transformed into Tiger Limbs, he fled rapidly, a trail of white left behind.
Ye Yu was disdainful; in a flash, he appeared before Wang Fei.
Wang Fei's heart sank instantly, facing Ye Yu, he had no will to fight, utterly terrified.
"Don't... don't kill me..."
Ye Yu explained, "The title is to mark your death."
Ye Yu casually struck, terrifying force surged forth, tearing Wang Fei to pieces.
Watching from afar, Hao Te was stunned, turning to Oscar, saying in fear, "Xiao Ao, you always said how much of a demon Boss Yu was; I didn't believe you then, but now I see, you spoke conservatively."
Oscar was aghast, yet happy and full of admiration, "Boss Yu has become this terrifying, indeed worthy of being the most demonic Boss Yu."